It was always fun to see those without a collar get their ass chewed out while she's waved on out. This is her first outing without Kerrigan, and it's interesting to see the process. Alaska pays careful attention, though she spends most of the time looking like she's fiddling with whatever her hands can reach -- seatbelt, window settings, etc. -- She does lean in at one point to try and catch the nametag on the guard's face before they're waved on by.
Once they were out and her trance was over, Alaska pressed her nose up to the glass, peering out. She missed her life from before she was collared. It's not like she would see anyone that she would know, but the captive was desperate for a glance at a normal life. The Second and Third rings were gone far too quickly for Alaska's liking, but she supposed they weren't here for that anyway.
"For some, the price might be worth it," she muttered. If she ever escaped, Alaska supposed she would have to figure a way to make a life out here. If she could. Otherwise, she was risking being captured (or much worse) again.
The flashlight she took without trouble, flicking it on and up at her face for a moment to make sure it worked before flipping it off again. Wouldn't that be just her luck? Thankfully it did come on, so that was nice. "Thanks."
Beck's weapon, however, she eyed with great distaste. Sure, there was a werewolf running around, but it still made her uncomfortable. A lot could go wrong with a pistol shot. Morrigan dares to view her as something like a monster because of something that was beyond her control, but she doesn't seem to have a problem with her colleagues carrying around violent weaponry. Hypocrisy. The world was built upon it. "Like what?" Alaska wasn't naive enough to think that they would give her a pistol, even out in the field, but she was curious to see what they would give the POA. As Beck prepared to move out, Alaska glanced around. She could feel the familiar tendrils of Morrigan's irritation. Zieg's deep-seated anger was likewise easy to pick out.
There were others, though. It wasn't unsurprising, considering that they had just been talking about those who made a life out here. But it made her uncomfortable to know that they could be nearby, watching. Nearby, someone was afraid; she just couldn't say if they were afraid of her and Beck or of something else. Frowning, she turned her attention back to her handler.